Very short tag to 7x02: Citadel.

"Don't even think about it. Hands to yourself." Kensi swatted at the fingertips lightly tracing the lower elastic of her panties under the sheets.

"But…"

"No," she hissed. "This is not high school and I didn't just crawl in your window. I am not fucking you with your mother in the house."

Deeks sighed. "She's heard worse, you know."

"Not helping."

"Besides, it could be fun trying to make you scream when you know you can't." He nuzzled his nose behind her ear, sparking an involuntary shiver down her spine. Dammit Deeks. Just let it go.

She sighed and pulled the blankets tighter to her chest. Today was not a good day for either of them, between Talia, blatant secret keeping, and the prospect of agents in every organization being recruited to be spies. Oh yeah, and being sprung with the boyfriend's mother with no forewarning. That was really her problem, not his, but still. He was over the moon about how well they'd gotten along, evidenced by all of his smiles and current groping. And Mama Deeks was cool as hell, but the circumstances leading to their first meeting weren't the best.

She wanted to sleep, to start over fresh in the morning with his arms around her and hopefully the smell of pancakes wafting up the stairs of his new home. But something Dr. Rathburn had said to Deeks was sticking with her, like a fly buzzing around her head that just wouldn't go away. Asking him questions about his past as a cop seemed to lead them nowhere these days. Maybe she didn't ask the write questions, the hard questions. The longer he avoided the truth and fell back on his "I don't knows," the more antsy to really question him she became. Now wasn't the time, she knew, but this one question was burning a hole in her tongue.

His head popped up and he rested his chin on her shoulder. "Kens?"

"Did you fail your test?" Kensi asked quietly, and surprisingly, without regret.

He tensed. "What?"

"You know what I'm talking about." Rolling to her back, she blinked and tried to focus on his eyes. He was a horrible liar when it came to her, and always avoided eye contact when he did it. "Dr. Rathburn said they knew you would betray the LAPD eventually. Why would she think that, if your test didn't suggest it would happen?"

"She knew it was a setup. She just wanted to get her punches in before the bullets started flying."

"But you're still not answering my question," she said, shaking her head. The can of worms had been opened now. No turning back. "Did they approach you? Is that what this whole investigation is about?"

His eyes widened in disbelief and he got quiet. Very quiet, the way he never used to be with her. Biting his bottom lip, he tilted his head. "Are you asking if I'm a spy?"

She frowned. "No. I only asked if they wanted you to be one."

Deeks sighed and dropped his head back to his pillow, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist. He rested quietly, and she could practically hear the wheels turning in his head before he finally spoke again. "I'm a lot of things, but a traitor isn't one of them. And no. They didn't approach me. Happy?"

That was a difficult question to answer.